Dirty Wild Sultan (Alluring Rulers of Azmia 4 Books)
“You can’t. He is too dangerous.”
“He may be, but I don’t care.” My mouth watered, even in such throbbing pain when she lifted the hem of her skirt to reach the garter strapped around her thigh. I made a low sound from my throat when she pulled out a small gun from her garter and smoothed down her skirt over her long legs, ignoring the pout I gave her. “You are such a man. It’s disgusting, Sheikh Zayed.”
“You gave a peek of your black thong to a bleeding and possibly dying man,” I tried to grin, my lids getting heavy and my head started moving. “If I wasn’t stabbed and throbbing with pain, I would be hard, my little enchantress.”